Until Him (Inevitable, #1)

by Cora Rose

“I don’t want your money.” I open my mouth to protest but then he says, “I’ll agree to tutor you if you let me fuck you.” My jaw drops open and my muscles tense. He’s smirking, his steely gaze boring into mine, a challenge twinkling in them. “What the hell? I’m not even gay.” He just shrugs and leans against the doorjamb. “That’s my price. One sexual favor for each lesson. Take it or leave it.”

“It’s the family curse. That’s what this is.” He leans back and laughs loudly because he thinks it’s a joke, but it’s no joking matter. My family is fucking cursed. No one believes me, but it’s a real thing. I’m like the kid in that book Holes. The cycle never ends. Just look at my motherfucking luck. My virgin hole is going to get railed by some science nerd just so I can keep my spot on the water polo team.

“After services are rendered, we’ll fuck,” Theo says suddenly, and I flinch, my asshole clenching tightly. Shit. Is this guy for real? He’s more efficient than the local drug dealer back home…and that guy even has a website. I wonder if Theo has one too. Will tutor for anal.

I extend my legs and set my laptop and chemistry book on my thighs. They’re pretty thick thighs, if I do say so, like a nice little tabletop. It’s from treading water all day long. Oh, and I can’t forget those killer squats Coach makes us do. He’s a bit of a sadist, I think. I wonder if Theo is impressed. The women I’m with usually are, but what about this guy? What does he think when he looks at me? I glance up and see him standing across the small room, his eyes on me, the pencil tapping against his lips. Fuck, he’s unnerving. Why does he keep staring at me? I don’t think he’s checking me out, either. I think he’s probably measuring my skin for lampshades.

His chest is heaving, his mouth opens slightly, and I watch in fascination as his come shoots from his hole and splatters across my hand and my stomach. Some even gets in my belly button. Huh. Never had another dude’s come in my belly button before. It’s like a tiny swimming pool. I should set up a small diving board or some shit.

He’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, and the haze of fatigue slowly dissipates. Does this guy just get more and more naked each time I see him? Next time he answers the door, he’ll just be wearing one sock.

In the kitchen, I pull open the two cupboards and fish out another mug. It has some sort of molecule on it. Or maybe it’s an atom. I don’t really know the difference, to be honest.

“You’re not paying attention. You’re wasting my time.” “Sorry, man,” I say with a whine, running a hand over my face. “I’m so distracted.” You, Theo. You’re my distraction.

“What’s your tattoo say?” I ask, pressing my luck because I am just that curious. Theo glances at Curie and then says, “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” I just stare at him. What the hell does that mean? “Hold on, repeat that. I need to write it down,” I mutter. “Why?” “Because I want to look it up.”

My eyes are drawn to his face, and when I look up, his eyes are on me. His pupils are blown out, his cheeks are pink and flushed, and his lips are swollen and red from biting down on them. It looks like he’s the one who sucked cock. “Look at you stuffed full of me,” he says, one of his fingers tracing my upper lip. He fucks down my throat again, and I swallow. “Such a fucking cock slut,” he mutters. “You don’t even gag.”

Damn, blow jobs are hard work. I realize I now owe several women nice thank-you cards, and maybe even apologies, because I was never as gentle as Theo was when I went at it.

“Why are you bringing me food?” he asks, seemingly offended that I brought something other than myself and my chem book. I just roll my eyes. “So, you’ll let me suck your dick and drink your come, but sharing a meal is too much?”

“Wanna know something?” He stares at me. “Probably not.” I roll my eyes, “My chem professor asked a question today, and I answered it. Correctly.” He stops chewing, and his eyes widen slightly. “I was pretty fucking proud. I surprised that asshole too. He thinks I’m dumb. I mean, he’s never said that, but I know he thinks it.”

“What’s your favorite color?” I ask. He licks his lips. “Grey.” I roll my eyes and laugh softly. “Mine is yellow. Favorite food?” “Cock,” he says, and I choke a little on my food.

“I have cough drops if you want some and Vicks Vapor Rub. Oh, and some NyQuil.” “Jesus,” he says as he flops back on the bed and curls into himself. “You need to leave.” “I’ll go after the fever breaks. This could be serious. That smart brain of yours could turn to soup.”

“Jesus. You still here?” “Yep. You’re stuck with me for now.” He blinks up at me. “Am I hallucinating? Is this a fever dream?” he asks. “No,” I say, pressing the cool washrag to his cheeks again, and his eyelids flutter shut once more. “You’re being too nice. I hate it.” “Nah, Theo. You love it. Being taken care of.” “Argh. Stop it. Stop being so nice and….and hot.”

I uncap the bottle and try and dribble a little on the wall but end up spilling half of it instead. As soon as the warm water hits it, the entire bathroom smells like leaves. Shit, that’s strong. My nose burns. Theo stares at me from the entrance. “My entire apartment smells like a giant Altoid.” “Just think about koala bears. Pretend you’re a koala bear if you need to. Be one with the eucalyptus forest. Just don’t lick the shower wall.”

“Whatever, man,” I reply as he sips the tea and grimaces. “Tastes like bark.” “Bark is good for your health. Everyone should eat more bark. Just drink it and stop complaining,”

“Yeah, well, you would know because it’s not a secret, but you keep everything so professional and shit…” Then a bitter laugh escapes my mouth. “Professional is the wrong word.” Unless sucking someone’s dick for tutoring services is considered professional. “Boundaries aren’t a bad thing.” “Pfft,” I mutter. “Those aren’t boundaries you have. Those are hundred-foot walls with motherfucking space lasers.”

I should have never suggested this asinine plan—tutoring for sex. I don’t even know why I blurted that out, but he was standing outside my door looking so damn hot, and my brain just short-circuited. I didn’t actually think he’d agree to it. I was half-joking when I said it. I mean, he’s not even gay. The posts about him on Instagram always show him with different women—beautiful women. I had no idea he’d actually be willing to touch me. I guess I underestimated his desperation. But fuck, is he good at touching me. His mouth. His hands.

“What are you doing here?” Logan asks, adjusting his duffle bag on his shoulder. “Do you know someone playing tonight?” No, Logan. I came to see you, against my better judgment. I swallow roughly and shrug. It’s best not to answer, but this guy is more intelligent than I thought because his eyebrows rise, and a slight smirk comes out to play. “Oh. Oooh. Hell yeah. Did you come to see me play?” he asks. I shake my head. “Never.”

“Hey, guys. This is my friend Theo. He’s helping me keep my grades up in chem so I can keep playing.” A chorus of heys assaults my ears, and a few move in to high-five me. Never in my life have I ever slapped hands with men like this. I’m awkward and clumsy, and I end up folding my arms across my chest to keep them away from me. I need them all to back the fuck up. “Alright, alright,” Logan says, reading the distress on my face. “Back up. He’s like a cat. You gotta give him space.” He then turns and swats one of the guys on the ass.

Fucking mint, this is,” he brags, then turns the ignition over, and the car starts with a low rumble that vibrates my entire body. He glances over at me and winks, and my boxers catch fire. They blaze and turn to ash. Shit.

“You’re late,” he mutters. I shrug. “Yeah, I’m dumb. Couldn’t tell time.” Theo eyes me and then opens the door a little more. “Logan—” “Nah, I know what you meant. Can’t take it back now. I’m just a dumb jock, right?” I try for lighthearted but I know it comes out as passive-aggressive. Yeah, so he for sure hurt my feelings. I’m sensitive like that. I sink down to the floor in front of his bed and open my textbook, my eyes stinging slightly. “Better explain it to me like I’m five since my brain isn’t as big as yours,” I mutter, blinking away the moisture. “Well, at least now I know what you really think about me.”

I don’t do as I’m told though. I’m feeling just the tiniest bit insecure about my dick now. I mean, it’s not small, but it’s not enormous like his. So yeah, fuck him. My dick can’t move past the insults he’s spouted, and it starts to wilt. My cock is a sensitive soul. “Maybe I will take you up on that non-payment,” I murmur and start to push myself up off the bed.

“Who hurt you?” I ask, and he exhales shakily. He gestures toward the door angrily. “Get out.” But I don’t listen. I just plant myself right in his kitchen and refuse to budge. “Who hurt you, Theo? Because it sure as fuck wasn’t me. What we just did was fucking consensual, and you know it.” His cheeks redden, and he shoves me again. And yeah, his dick might be bigger than mine, but I’m stronger. He can’t move me. “Who hurt you?” I repeat more softly, and he huffs. “Men like you!” he nearly shouts, and my chest aches. “It’s always men like you.” “Men like me?” “Yes, you heard me. Now get the fuck out of my apartment.”

The sound of cash being exchanged behind us, the voices of customers moving around the store, and the sound of the soda machine dispensing drinks all fade to white noise when Theo reaches out and links his pinkie with mine. Fuck, he’s sweet in his own way. He reminds me of a cold wild animal that snaps at you when you try to pet it, but really, it just wants you to curl up with it and keep it warm.

“People may see,” he protests, and I roll my eyes. “You embarrassed to be seen with me?” I ask and he just stares down at our interlocked hands. Because the truth is, no one has ever been embarrassed to be seen with me. Although, if anyone would be, it would be Theo. For some reason, this guy wants to keep me a secret. I’m not sure if I like that. I want someone who will be proud of me. “A little,” he mutters, and I scoff.

His duffle bag sits on the floor next to him. “You worried?” I ask, reaching down and grabbing onto it. I’ll hold it hostage until he gets into my car. Then it’s game over. I’m keeping him. For the weekend, I mean.

“You’re a strange guy, Logan.” I chuckle and then reach over and lightly punch his arm. “I mean, we’re all a little strange up in here. Right?” “You are weirder than I imagined you’d be. I, however, am mostly normal.” That has me wheezing because Theo is fucking whack. He has to know that.

“It’s…don’t worry about it, Logan. Just…your ass is safe from me, okay?” I don’t want it to be safe from him. I want it to be violated. Trespass, Theo. Stick that big dick right up inside of me. “But I’ve been practicing.”

“What if I told you what I think of you?” I ask. “We could trade.” “Don’t do that,” he says, almost sounding desperate now. Like I’m going to insult him or some shit. “I don’t want to hear what you think of me.” “It’s not bad, Theo.” He shakes his head and purses his lips. “Don’t. Don’t do it.”

“I think you’re smarter than you give yourself credit for, Logan.” I clench the steering wheel a little because no one has ever referred to me as smart. I’ve always been the athletic, strong one. You’re a good swimmer. My little fish. Even my mom, bless her heart, never told me otherwise. And let me tell you a secret, I’d even overheard my grandma once say I was as dumb as a rock. Maybe the curse is genetic. I was born this way.

“Are you…crying?’ “I never cry. I’m a man.” Lies, I cry all the fucking time—just blubber on and on—usually in a locked bathroom with my fist in my mouth, but still. I’m a crybaby, with muscles.

“Go on. Get undressed,” I say and flop down on the bed. It squeaks and moans under my weight and I put my hand up behind my head, watching as Theo eyes me warily. “Come on. Hurry up. We don’t have all night.” I mean, we technically do. Nothing is stopping him from just hovering in the corner like a barn owl until morning, but I’d rather he lie down next to me.

Finn says something I can’t make out and when I look back at them, I see Finn walking a little too close to my baby brother. Jesus, we really need to have a heart-to-heart. Not that I care if they’re together, but it sort of hurts to know they may have been together for a while now and haven’t told me. Don’t they trust me? I guess I haven’t really been around much. Maybe they haven’t had the right opportunity. That’s on me.

“There is no such thing as a demonic squirrel.” “You’re not a biology major. You don’t know that,” I mutter.

My arms tighten around him, crushing him to me. He wheezes a little and I loosen my hold just a bit. “Thank you,” he says before pushing away and staring at me awkwardly. “Any time you need a hug, I’m game.” He scuffs his shoe in the dirt. “It’s probably better if we didn’t do that.” I roll my eyes. “You do realize that saying that shit just makes me want to hug you more, right?” He grunts in horror, and I chuckle. “I’m going to hug you all the time now.”

“Did you hear that?” I ask and Theo bites down on his bottom lip like he’s holding back a laugh. “It’s the squirrels,” he whispers ominously. “Don’t fucking joke about that shit, Theo. It could have rabies, and if I get bitten, I’ll have to get a shot. I hate shots. I don’t want to have one stuck in my butt.” “It’s actually four shots,” he clarifies, and I scoot even closer to him. “Well, that’s much, much worse!”

I swallow roughly and feel my eyes begin to sting again. Goddammit, here I go again. I’m turning into a fountain; kids are going to start making wishes and throwing coins at me.

He peeks over at me and opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, Landon and Finn move past us. “Could you two walk any slower?” Landon taunts and then points to his prosthetic. “I’m missing a fucking leg and I can still beat you.”

When Theo reemerges in just a towel, wet and smelling fantastic, my dick is unbearably hard all through my turn in the shower. Unfortunately, he didn’t leave any of his soap for me to use, but it’s probably for the best. I totally would have jacked off with it.

His lips pull away from mine and I whine, but my disappointment is short-lived because he pushes me onto my back and licks and bites his way down my neck and chest. His tongue laps at my nipples and I arch off the bed as he sucks one into his mouth. Oh my god, I knew it. Nipples. I like my nipples played with. I want to try nipple clamps now. All the clamps. Just clamp them on, Theo.

His finger trails a line right over my balls to my hole and I swear to God, I’m going to need to be hospitalized after this. This is worse than having a cucumber disappear into my ass. Death by orgasm—what will the coroner think?

“Jesus, Theo. Come here,” I whisper. He shifts his face, and his eyes meet mine in the dark and then he’s crawling up onto my lap, straddling my thighs again. I waste no time in pulling his cock out and working him over the edge. His back arches and seconds later, come shoots across my chest and even hits my chin. Oh, Theo. How long have you been storing that up? It’s not healthy. I need to make sure you take care of that daily. I volunteer as tribute.

“Are they awake, Finn?” Landon asks softly from the kitchen. I hear him moving toward us, but before he can see the state of his brother, Finn reaches out and slaps a hand over Landon’s eyes. “You don’t want to see,” he tells him. “Huh? Why not?” Landon asks, his hand reaching up to pry Finn’s hand from his face, and when Landon’s eyes land on his still snoozing brother, they widen. “Oh…Oh shit.” He chuckles in disbelief and turns toward Finn. “Well, that’s not something my eyeballs needed to see. Why did you let me look?” Finn sighs. “I tried. But when do you ever listen to me?”

“Seems someone had fun last night….” I have never been more embarrassed in my life. I blame Logan. It’s his fault for being so tempting, in all the best ways. I couldn’t help myself last night. I needed him just as much as he needed me. I wanted a piece of him inside of me. But now in the light of day, I have witnesses to the dirty things I’ve done to him in the darkness of night.

A rough tug wrenches the sheet away from me. “Stop hiding. It’s not a big deal,” Logan says. Then he meets his brother’s eyes and shrugs. “It was consensual. Best sex of my life.” Oh god, shut up, Logan. And stop lying. That cannot possibly be true.

I reach out and slide my finger down his sternum and his breath stutters on an exhale. “Theo,” he whispers, one of his large hands moving to my hip, pulling me closer to him. “You’re touching me.” Yes. Yes, I am. I can’t quite seem to stop. My finger slides down his tight abs, moving over the dry patches of come on his skin. If you take away the utter humiliation of the situation, it’s a sexy fucking look on him. “You have me all over you,” I mutter.

“I haven’t done anything to hurt you,” Logan says as I continue sliding my hand over his cock, my lips move up toward his ear and I bite down on the lobe. “But you will.” Logan shudders against me, his hips thrusting up as his fingers tighten against me. “Never,” he breathes, but it’s all lies. I’ve heard that before. Guys like Logan do not fall for guys like me. I’m always the one that gets hurt, and Logan wouldn’t mean it, but he’d do it all the same.